There Are No Words...

[MorganGrayson]

My father was career military. Growing up, I thought everybody's dad wore fatigues and combat boots. When I was young, he was full time National Guard. In 1968, he switched to the US Army and did the first of two tours in Vietnam.

He was always on call.
I remember sitting around the table by candlelight during the blackout of 1965...waiting. He was called in, he went, and the entire Connecticut National Guard was out to protect frightened people in the dark. He was also in downtown Hartford, CT, for the riots of 1965.

In the Army, he was frequently "on alert." Something somewhere would happen, and everyone got ready.

He was with the Army Corps of Engineers for a while, which gave him some of his greatest pleasure of his military career, because they built things. He was involved with building a school and a bridge. He was very, very proud of that.

To hear the US Military described as "not going in because it was too dangerous" would cause my father to have one of his loud, verbose shitfits.

[CuriousToyBoy]

Originally Posted by MorganGrayson

To hear the US Military described as "not going in because it was too dangerous" would cause my father to have one of his loud, verbose shitfits.

A nice moment of levity in an otherwise all too serious thread.

Cheers for an excellent visual.

;-)